I bought 2 of errthang they said dude lost his mind/ 2 gold Cubans like I’m trying to hard to shine/2 whips one a coupe that’s 2 small to drive/2 car garage/2nroad massage nigga
bringin rap comments back/keep the contracts in the bag/Chemist in the lab/ cookin chemistry/Sauce the energy/ cruising 4 a bruising/4 deep in the Ambulance/Movin in wit ease/the pen a bleed/but i jus looked ova/ nigga aint losing a inch a sleep/we been elite/idc/Alchemist mixing me wit the Serenity/senior/Seniority only applies when LOGIC aint boring me/This the Liq talkin & the Corny Me
"Only My Museum Can Love Me" "Cocky lessons from foxy women in foxy dresses-fall in love with the woman first you gone get sloppy seconds......... "Note to self-garden tools cold as Hell-heart broke with a mind puzzled-love leashes and im muzzled......... "If she's pretty and smiles at me im in trouble-garden tools bury me with iron shovels........... ........so Im climbing out my grave like im running north-like im a slave they give me love-until im enslaved.......... they wanna be my masters-they can sense me and my ^moms^ relationship nothing short of a disaster- people wonder why I go so deep as an actor-these ice cold factors-from women-who mix me up until im thinking backwards /back full of daggers/chapters of hazard/so I rap killing mc's like an abusive husband-grasping the neck of only his only love like a savage fool.......... lay hands on a woman you food for garden tools-Eve in the apple orchard naked-apple juice g string-looking at me knowing im dying of thirst- I put my tongue on her-she gone sacrifice my life till I lye in the earth....... I be the first nigga to die from what lies between a woman's thighs that hides in a skirt- women beat me down till the ground opens-and I get swallowed whole soul-grab a woman by the neck you put yourself in chokehold- give them your heart they take your mind and make you loco-if you got no doe-thats a no no- they will dance on your D see like you Go Go-emasculate you/decapitate you/with no heads up as they find another man behind your back like a back stabber-deceit craft masters" .".......was never a son for my mom-she treats me like a trick-she shoulda named me her John in the cypher im a God in a written verse im admitting hurt- ^wishin^ this pain wasn't ^within^ wish my mom treated me ^different^ im love ^deficien^t-my heart suffers malnutrition- but in the end who gives a fuck and gonna listen? If my mom don't love me how in the hell can I expect anyone else to love me? let me smoke my weed and build my Museum to drug me A motherless child in need of some hope so yo, you can catch me at the Museum For The D.O.P.E. (Development Of Positive Energy) "Only My Museum Can Love Me"
It might just spill over on you Uh, yeah (Kane train, baby) Yeah (Nigga, my name is cocaine) Yeah, uh, yeah [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] You niggas snitchin', gettin' time shaved Sold a book on my Boost Mobile, I boost the crime rate Tellin' all my hoes that I love 'em, I'm playin' mind games Them bitches after your last dollar, they take your last name I'm married to this shit, jumped up off the porch, then I jumped the broom Bunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin' shit like the Romper Room Catch an Uber or a Ly-zift, I sent the bri-zick The feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the Fi-zith Been smokin' since thirteen, I fried my brain, so I ain't never stressin' I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, bitch, I'm catchin' blessings Police tryna catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon Panoramic roof off on that coupe, I look like George Jetson Space Ghost Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make dope I done seen a lot of OGs catch a table habit tryna taste dope I just got another case, moe, call my lawyer, hit him with the pesos Gotta cook a bird where the J's stay, got a play-play for the yayo Been thuggin' since a youngin, I'm too legit to quit I keep this vision like my kinship, bustin' shots at the rich I had the strap, she took the charge, I took that bitch on the trip Flew in her friend, jumped on the boat, I fucked them both, shit was lit Shit was lit Pray my soul to keep, dear Lord, lay me down (Yeah) The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down (Yeah) And if they do, tell my people just hold my babies down Nigga, we need to go back to pagers like it's the '80s now (Yeah) Fuck rap, bitch, I'm poppin' off of poppy seed My name cocaine, they ain't got put me in the nominees (Yeah) Since Gangsta Gibbs brought back the bars, I see a lot of mes Niggas is my sons, I wish they mamas would have swallowed these, nigga Cappin' ass nigga Jeezy used to say, "Boy, you one rappin' ass nigga" I said I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, nigga Niggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off, then I got richer Shit is funny when you think about it Rolex too big, I took a link up out it Frank Lucas, I hit the closet, pulled a mink up out it Livin' this life, pussy, dream about it, nigga, Kane [Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER] Bury me with ratchets Let the feds tell it, apparently I'm active Gucci hoodie smell like kerosene and ashes Don't get carried away I been up, and look how carefully I stack it Got your advance check buried in the mattress We the Yankees on a pennant run You needed soldiers, I heard you rented some Tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none But look what I converted to From lettin' burners loose out convertibles (Skrrt) My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or two Nah, my finger never could point You know pussy best when it's moist Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in the joint Miami, Super Bowl weekend, I got head in a Royce (Uh-huh) We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch (Nigga, fuck) It was either law school or dog food If I was makin' y'all moves, we all lose Make these sucker niggas pay, those was our rules (Brrt) You gon' need more guns and lucky horseshoes Never took an L, but a few lost to mine (A few) New loft downtown and this view was hard to find Sold lines to abusers, now abuse y'all with lines I'm in this black thing, Heem just a few cars behind I bought two of everything, they said, "Dude lost his mind" (Ayy, you crazy) Two gold Cubans like I'm tryin' too hard to shine Two whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive (What else?) Two-car garage (Uh-huh), two-broad massage, yeah [Interlude: BENNY THE BUTCHER] Niggas think I be frontin' (Yo, Freddie) But I just be talkin' that real shit I don't expect everybody to feel it, though 'Cause y'all niggas not really like that (You the only one talkin' your shit like I talk that shit, nigga, let's go) [Outro: BENNY THE BUTCHER] With this 9 I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for Christian I'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the district They say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptoms Put three hundred grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixes The Butcher comin', nigga, ah
The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool The way it repeats can trick you like a stuttering fool Uttering butter king jewels the mud of been cool Schooled on how to wash away the crud and the drool pool Made his chrome dome glissen At first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin Kept a spear somewhere in his underwear he swear To help and get the gum out her hair They need to get the thumb out they rears And show some skills the onetime they come out in years Instead of coming out in fears of they own shadow In a game that swell em up to get'em like cattle Take your rattle and skedaddle Before you get a whippin with a pen and pad paddle Fools got'em modeling gear He came with more rhymes than molecules and air
I’m a spiritual lyrical miracle individual Spiritual lyrical miracle individual Skippin and flippin and skippin and dippin I’m the realest of the realest
Might just spill over on you Okay, I'm trying baby Nigga, my name is cocaine Yeah, uh, uh You niggas snitchin' gettin' time shaved Sold the book on my boost mobile, I boost the crime rate Tellin' all my hoes that I love 'em, I'm playin' mind games And bitches after your last dollar, they take your last name I'm married to this shit I jumped off the porch then I jumped the room Bunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin' shit like like the Romper Room Catch your Uber or lyzift, I sent the rezith The feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the fizith Been smokin' since 13, I fried my brain, so I ain't never stressin' I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, bitch, I'm catchin' blessings Police tryna catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon Panoramic roof off of on that coupe I look like George Jetson Space Ghost Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make dope I done seen a lot of OG's at this table havin' you taste dope I just got another case though, call me lawyer, hit him with the pesos Gotta cook a bird where the J's stay, got a play play for the yayo Been thuggin' since a youngin', I'm too legit to quit I keep this bitch in like my kinship, bustin' shots at the bitch I had the strap, she took the charge, I took that bitch on the trip Flew in her friends, jumped on the boat, I fucked them both Shit was lit, shit was lit Pray my soul keep dead low or lay me down The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down And if they do tear my people, just hold my babies down Nigga we need to go back the pages like it's the '80s now Yeah, fuck rap, bitch, I'm poppin' off of poppy seed My name cocaine ain't got put me in the nominees Since gangsta gears rolled back the bars, I see a lot of me Niggas is my sons, I wish they mommas would have swallowed these Nigga, cappin' ass nigga Jeezy used to say, "Boy, you one rappin' ass nigga" I said I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, nigga Niggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off And I got richer, shit is funny when you think about it Rolex too big, I took a link up out it Frank Lucas I hit the closet, pulled the mink up out it Livin' this life, pussy dream about it, nigga Bury me with ratchets, let the feds tell it, apparently a magnum Gucci hoodie smell like kerosene and ashes Don't get carried away, I been up and look how carefully I stack it Got your advance check buried in the mattress We the Yankees on the pennant run You in need of soldiers, heard you rented some Tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none But look what I converted to from Lettin' burners loose out convertibles My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or two Nah, my finger never gon' point You know pussy best when it's moist Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in a joint Miami, Superbowl weekend, I got head in a Royce We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch It was either law school or dog food If I was makin' y'all moves, we all lose Make these sucker niggas pay, those was our rules You gon' need more guns and lucky horse shoes I never took an L, but a few loss to mind New loft downtown and this view was hard to find Sold lines to abusers, now I'ma abuse y'all with lines I'm in this black thing, he ain't just a few cars behind I bought two of everything, they said, "Dude lost his mind" Two gold Cubans, like I'm tryin' too hard to shine Two whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive Two-car garage, two broad massage, yeah Niggas think I be frontin' But I just be talkin' that real shit I don't expect anybody to feel it though 'Cause y'all niggas not like that (Nobody talk that shit like I talk that shit nigga, let's go) With this .9 I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for Christian I'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the district They say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptoms Put 300 grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixes The Butcher comin', nigga
I seek comfort in ah' full size sedan,creeping down your boulevard no fear for triggerman's,the bigger plan,my hand ,I raise to the top of your head and pray that demon that you let in your bed, doesn't take you for ride that your not prepared,it feels sunny but you don't own "cher" lol,I write,I recite,for boom bap to back pack plus trap, im rap, like Santana crack in the flesh, uncut they selling TV's to come cop my shit,I'm Scott summers I put my beam threw your neck,Oshea I kill at will then I lethal inject, corny rappers really got me upset,put your mic's down and accept your regret,it's training, it's damaging, look up PUN I'm dream shattering!!!!
Criminal charges against prophet I'm the one deep like a codfish. Same gun as Charles Bronson .super rapper I'm awesome. nocturnal like a possum .straight Flossin. burn tracks like arson. think out the box no coffins. this dude here forever life . Bombay gin orange juice getting nice. boil tracks soak up this hot flow like rice .straight 7 on the dice maybe twice Richard kulinski Style you on ice. and I don't mean no Skateaway when that Trey 8 spray yeah back up and Skateaway all my business straight .Boomin I got them groovin you out there protesting lootin in boosting I'm getting them sick like some gluten. crispy Style with the whole wheat toast you going to need the Holy Ghost when I bless you with that 9 no Pope .I like my martinis with no pulp dirty rap style no soap. Joker with jokes along Crystal barbituate dope
@@bmarzdungeon7736 I had to replay the original just to realize that 🤣. I would've lowered that sound affect a tad but aye appreciate you always releasing these instrumentals man they make my day.
My name cocaine ain't got put me in the nominees🔥🔥
They done did lol
@@Mmurzn yeah finally🤣🤣
Freddie mawfacking gibbz mayne good to see people supporting freddie, he deserves more attention imo!!
The first 12 seconds is legendary
Should be a beat alone
@@manhattanblocks6825 thanks 4 tha nkz theology area. . ultrali Amielat
(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧(☆▽☆(☉｡☉)!(´⊙ω⊙`)→ I can help with anything plus I am relieved that you are safe
l Boon stay safe love yo Style.
First 15 secounds.... Fuck it off, the WHOLE THING LEGENDARY!
This beat is so menacing
This is a classic example of a dope hiphop beat🔥🔥🔥
Q++
Put this on the next John wick movie
Where would this beat fit lol😅, it's too gritty. Put this in a movie set in New York...
@@kamdynb.5940 john wick is based in New York so..bye🚶🏿♂️🚪
@@slickslim74 Well damn.
@@kamdynb.5940 If they make a new hood drug dealin character it would be sick to introduce him with this
"space ghost fentynal got a gas mask when I make dope" 🔥
For me this has to be one of the coldest rap beats I've heard, come out of 2020.
This and scrape the bowl tie for me in 2020
Absolute fire. Freddie Gibbs and this beat like PB&J 🔥
Fax😂😂
Beat is fire
That fart make it sound dope🔥
That computer fart sound is poppin
@@martinriggs8754 lol for real
lol!
First name Last name Lmaoo
It's the feedback sound you get when a phone is bugged lmfao
Nice work! Quality instrumental
The flow untouchable
This joint smack !!!!!
I bought 2 of errthang they said dude lost his mind/ 2 gold Cubans like I’m trying to hard to shine/2 whips one a coupe that’s 2 small to drive/2 car garage/2nroad massage nigga
Bruuh hands down my fav part G!!!still shocked like tf Benny just said lmao?
The alchemist is a true artist. One of the leaders
Good stuff bro. Love these instrumentals
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 my guy
The last bit of this is too good
This is insane
Hard as hell!
PAUSE
Respect!
That MK laugh gave me the 2011 RVIDXR KLVN vibes. Good shit.
This beat is the reason for Human spontanious combustion.
Sick
Heavy.
That computer fart sound is poppin 🔥 🔥🔥
sounds like that blowfish eatin a carrot
thanks
dope af
🔥🔥🔥🔥
I can smell the beat from here. Nasty!
$o dope🤟
Another for the corleone family 😱bring the heat
Uncle Al!!
The man with the Golden Hand,
The butcher coming!
Needed this shit 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Sheesh..i could save the world to this song alone
This is fire. ✊🏿🇯🇲✊🏿🇯🇲✊🏿🇯🇲✊🏿🇯🇲✊🏿🇯🇲💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
I love the fart noise every 4 seconds
Alchemist still got it
Alchemist been doing this. Keep it thoro was 🔥🔥
That abrupt alarm sound reminds me of the alarm in "Among Us"
That's a sub.
Foosgonewild
Fire bro could you do one of baby $hit
ua-cam.com/video/BAR04zdmnHo/v-deo.html
+1
This reminds me of little johnny from the hospitul by Company Flow
Need that Hoard 90
Now you don’t ua-cam.com/video/S2wp_yz3lVY/v-deo.html
Dough & damani pt1 ua-cam.com/video/VYLHuW2W340/v-deo.html
This shit fuckin fries 🔥
00:38 shit 🔥
The loop for Something To Rap About is on my channel
😏I used this❤ on a open Mic joint 😤💀👿✌🏾😐
I wish Gibbs and Benny would squash it and do another track together
bringin rap comments back/keep the contracts in the bag/Chemist in the lab/ cookin chemistry/Sauce the energy/ cruising 4 a bruising/4 deep in the Ambulance/Movin in wit ease/the pen a bleed/but i jus looked ova/ nigga aint losing a inch a sleep/we been elite/idc/Alchemist mixing me wit the Serenity/senior/Seniority only applies when LOGIC aint boring me/This the Liq talkin & the Corny Me
I'm thinking its Lucky lady by Johnny Bristol for the drum break. What do y'all think?
nah way different
Give em hell by prodigy would make a nice remix to this beat
The Alchemist is hard he even put in a fart noise and samples it lol
I love this beat.BUT ARAABMUZIK REMAKE JUST HAD ME.🤦🏾♂️🔥🔥🔥🔥💯
bro you mean to tell me Araabmuzik remade this beat, i need to hear it. Link me.
Yo BMarz can you do God is Perfect?
Soon
@@bmarzdungeon7736 please do
BMarz does godly work
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@@bmarzdungeon7736 video removed?
sippin on sum 9milli
"Only My Museum Can Love Me"
"Cocky lessons from foxy women in foxy dresses-fall in love with the woman first you gone get sloppy seconds.........
"Note to self-garden tools cold as Hell-heart broke with a mind puzzled-love leashes and im muzzled.........
"If she's pretty and smiles at me im in trouble-garden tools bury me with iron shovels...........
........so Im climbing out my grave like im running north-like im a slave
they give me love-until im enslaved..........
they wanna be my masters-they can sense me and my ^moms^ relationship nothing short of a disaster-
people wonder why I go so deep as an actor-these ice cold factors-from women-who mix me up until im thinking backwards
/back full of daggers/chapters of hazard/so I rap killing mc's like an abusive husband-grasping the neck of only his only love like a savage fool..........
lay hands on a woman you food for garden tools-Eve in the apple orchard naked-apple juice g string-looking at me knowing im dying of thirst-
I put my tongue on her-she gone sacrifice my life till I lye in the earth.......
I be the first nigga to die from what lies between a woman's thighs that hides in a skirt-
women beat me down till the ground opens-and I get swallowed whole soul-grab a woman by the neck you put yourself in chokehold-
give them your heart they take your mind and make you loco-if you got no doe-thats a no no-
they will dance on your D see like you Go Go-emasculate you/decapitate you/with no heads up
as they find another man behind your back like a back stabber-deceit craft masters"
.".......was never a son for my mom-she treats me like a trick-she shoulda named me her John
in the cypher im a God in a written verse im admitting hurt-
^wishin^ this pain wasn't ^within^
wish my mom treated me ^different^
im love ^deficien^t-my heart suffers malnutrition-
but in the end who gives a fuck and gonna listen?
If my mom don't love me how in the hell can I expect anyone else to love me?
let me smoke my weed and build my Museum to drug me
A motherless child in need of some hope
so yo, you can catch me at the Museum For The D.O.P.E. (Development Of Positive Energy)
"Only My Museum Can Love Me"
It might just spill over on you
Uh, yeah
(Kane train, baby)
Yeah
(Nigga, my name is cocaine)
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
You niggas snitchin', gettin' time shaved
Sold a book on my Boost Mobile, I boost the crime rate
Tellin' all my hoes that I love 'em, I'm playin' mind games
Them bitches after your last dollar, they take your last name
I'm married to this shit, jumped up off the porch, then I jumped the broom
Bunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin' shit like the Romper Room
Catch an Uber or a Ly-zift, I sent the bri-zick
The feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the Fi-zith
Been smokin' since thirteen, I fried my brain, so I ain't never stressin'
I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, bitch, I'm catchin' blessings
Police tryna catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon
Panoramic roof off on that coupe, I look like George Jetson
Space Ghost
Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make dope
I done seen a lot of OGs catch a table habit tryna taste dope
I just got another case, moe, call my lawyer, hit him with the pesos
Gotta cook a bird where the J's stay, got a play-play for the yayo
Been thuggin' since a youngin, I'm too legit to quit
I keep this vision like my kinship, bustin' shots at the rich
I had the strap, she took the charge, I took that bitch on the trip
Flew in her friend, jumped on the boat, I fucked them both, shit was lit
Shit was lit
Pray my soul to keep, dear Lord, lay me down (Yeah)
The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down (Yeah)
And if they do, tell my people just hold my babies down
Nigga, we need to go back to pagers like it's the '80s now (Yeah)
Fuck rap, bitch, I'm poppin' off of poppy seed
My name cocaine, they ain't got put me in the nominees (Yeah)
Since Gangsta Gibbs brought back the bars, I see a lot of mes
Niggas is my sons, I wish they mamas would have swallowed these, nigga
Cappin' ass nigga
Jeezy used to say, "Boy, you one rappin' ass nigga"
I said I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, nigga
Niggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off, then I got richer
Shit is funny when you think about it
Rolex too big, I took a link up out it
Frank Lucas, I hit the closet, pulled a mink up out it
Livin' this life, pussy, dream about it, nigga, Kane
[Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Bury me with ratchets
Let the feds tell it, apparently I'm active
Gucci hoodie smell like kerosene and ashes
Don't get carried away
I been up, and look how carefully I stack it
Got your advance check buried in the mattress
We the Yankees on a pennant run
You needed soldiers, I heard you rented some
Tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none
But look what I converted to
From lettin' burners loose out convertibles (Skrrt)
My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or two
Nah, my finger never could point
You know pussy best when it's moist
Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in the joint
Miami, Super Bowl weekend, I got head in a Royce (Uh-huh)
We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch (Nigga, fuck)
It was either law school or dog food
If I was makin' y'all moves, we all lose
Make these sucker niggas pay, those was our rules (Brrt)
You gon' need more guns and lucky horseshoes
Never took an L, but a few lost to mine (A few)
New loft downtown and this view was hard to find
Sold lines to abusers, now abuse y'all with lines
I'm in this black thing, Heem just a few cars behind
I bought two of everything, they said, "Dude lost his mind" (Ayy, you crazy)
Two gold Cubans like I'm tryin' too hard to shine
Two whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive (What else?)
Two-car garage (Uh-huh), two-broad massage, yeah
[Interlude: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Niggas think I be frontin' (Yo, Freddie)
But I just be talkin' that real shit
I don't expect everybody to feel it, though
'Cause y'all niggas not really like that (You the only one talkin' your shit like I talk that shit, nigga, let's go)
[Outro: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
With this 9 I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for Christian
I'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the district
They say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptoms
Put three hundred grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixes
The Butcher comin', nigga, ah
Underground Hip Hop Halloween Instrutmental Beats Loops The Rest Ghost Shadows, Twilight Zones Black Smog Neon Green Smog
NOMINATE ME FOR SOME SHIT!
This needs Danny Brown
The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool
The way it repeats can trick you like a stuttering fool
Uttering butter king jewels the mud of been cool
Schooled on how to wash away the crud and the drool pool
Made his chrome dome glissen
At first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin
Kept a spear somewhere in his underwear he swear
To help and get the gum out her hair
They need to get the thumb out they rears
And show some skills the onetime they come out in years
Instead of coming out in fears of they own shadow
In a game that swell em up to get'em like cattle
Take your rattle and skedaddle
Before you get a whippin with a pen and pad paddle
Fools got'em modeling gear
He came with more rhymes than molecules and air
bruh
I’m a spiritual lyrical miracle individual
Spiritual lyrical miracle individual
Skippin and flippin and skippin and dippin
I’m the realest of the realest
Listen to "not so fast - pilotredsun" sounds similar
Renamed this song “Assey McGee” that Fart music 💪🏽💪🏽🔥🔥
UA-cam, BORN GOD: Character of a Man, CHECK IT OUT
I can give 2 shits less,in my top 3 producers of all time, please anybody name 2 better than him, i dare you!!
Sample?
still nobody know
@@erman_ God and the Devil in the Land of the Sun, ua-cam.com/video/FWiV_bVawjI/v-deo.html
@@eugenemleblanc are u sure?
WHY CANT I FIND ONE OF LOOK AT ME
The fart goes hard. Romans 1:24-28 spreading but you can Romans 10:9 and remember 1 Corinthians 10:13 when temptation comes.
Might just spill over on you
Okay, I'm trying baby
Nigga, my name is cocaine
Yeah, uh, uh
You niggas snitchin' gettin' time shaved
Sold the book on my boost mobile, I boost the crime rate
Tellin' all my hoes that I love 'em, I'm playin' mind games
And bitches after your last dollar, they take your last name
I'm married to this shit
I jumped off the porch then I jumped the room
Bunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin' shit like like the Romper Room
Catch your Uber or lyzift, I sent the rezith
The feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the fizith
Been smokin' since 13, I fried my brain, so I ain't never stressin'
I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, bitch, I'm catchin' blessings
Police tryna catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon
Panoramic roof off of on that coupe
I look like George Jetson Space Ghost
Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make dope
I done seen a lot of OG's at this table havin' you taste dope
I just got another case though, call me lawyer, hit him with the pesos
Gotta cook a bird where the J's stay, got a play play for the yayo
Been thuggin' since a youngin', I'm too legit to quit
I keep this bitch in like my kinship, bustin' shots at the bitch
I had the strap, she took the charge, I took that bitch on the trip
Flew in her friends, jumped on the boat, I fucked them both
Shit was lit, shit was lit
Pray my soul keep dead low or lay me down
The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down
And if they do tear my people, just hold my babies down
Nigga we need to go back the pages like it's the '80s now
Yeah, fuck rap, bitch, I'm poppin' off of poppy seed
My name cocaine ain't got put me in the nominees
Since gangsta gears rolled back the bars, I see a lot of me
Niggas is my sons, I wish they mommas would have swallowed these
Nigga, cappin' ass nigga
Jeezy used to say, "Boy, you one rappin' ass nigga"
I said I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, nigga
Niggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off
And I got richer, shit is funny when you think about it
Rolex too big, I took a link up out it
Frank Lucas I hit the closet, pulled the mink up out it
Livin' this life, pussy dream about it, nigga
Bury me with ratchets, let the feds tell it, apparently a magnum
Gucci hoodie smell like kerosene and ashes
Don't get carried away, I been up and look how carefully I stack it
Got your advance check buried in the mattress
We the Yankees on the pennant run
You in need of soldiers, heard you rented some
Tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none
But look what I converted to from
Lettin' burners loose out convertibles
My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or two
Nah, my finger never gon' point
You know pussy best when it's moist
Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in a joint
Miami, Superbowl weekend, I got head in a Royce
We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch
It was either law school or dog food
If I was makin' y'all moves, we all lose
Make these sucker niggas pay, those was our rules
You gon' need more guns and lucky horse shoes
I never took an L, but a few loss to mind
New loft downtown and this view was hard to find
Sold lines to abusers, now I'ma abuse y'all with lines
I'm in this black thing, he ain't just a few cars behind
I bought two of everything, they said, "Dude lost his mind"
Two gold Cubans, like I'm tryin' too hard to shine
Two whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive
Two-car garage, two broad massage, yeah
Niggas think I be frontin'
But I just be talkin' that real shit
I don't expect anybody to feel it though
'Cause y'all niggas not like that
(Nobody talk that shit like I talk that shit nigga, let's go)
With this .9 I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for Christian
I'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the district
They say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptoms
Put 300 grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixes
The Butcher comin', nigga
I seek comfort in ah' full size sedan,creeping down your boulevard no fear for triggerman's,the bigger plan,my hand ,I raise to the top of your head and pray that demon that you let in your bed, doesn't take you for ride that your not prepared,it feels sunny but you don't own "cher" lol,I write,I recite,for boom bap to back pack plus trap, im rap, like Santana crack in the flesh, uncut they selling TV's to come cop my shit,I'm Scott summers I put my beam threw your neck,Oshea I kill at will then I lethal inject, corny rappers really got me upset,put your mic's down and accept your regret,it's training, it's damaging, look up PUN I'm dream shattering!!!!
Yeah I brought a Hor wit me/but dont peep shit/Until u see the shit thts boring me
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Criminal charges against prophet I'm the one deep like a codfish. Same gun as Charles Bronson .super rapper I'm awesome. nocturnal like a possum .straight Flossin. burn tracks like arson. think out the box no coffins. this dude here forever life
. Bombay gin orange juice getting nice. boil tracks soak up this hot flow like rice .straight 7 on the dice maybe twice Richard kulinski Style you on ice. and I don't mean no Skateaway when that Trey 8 spray yeah back up and Skateaway all my business straight .Boomin I got them groovin you out there protesting lootin in boosting I'm getting them sick like some gluten. crispy Style with the whole wheat toast you going to need the Holy Ghost when I bless you with that 9 no Pope .I like my martinis with no pulp dirty rap style no soap. Joker with jokes along Crystal barbituate dope
Once was again dat 💩
Pshhhh this beat is just ridiculously disgusting!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Beat could do without the fart noise every 5 seconds ...
Ricardo Hernandez I agree but thats how al made it
@@bmarzdungeon7736 I had to replay the original just to realize that 🤣. I would've lowered that sound affect a tad but aye appreciate you always releasing these instrumentals man they make my day.
knowon it’s easier to hear without vocals
Y’all sleep that make the beat fye
Ammo Cammo i think its fire too lmao just funny to have it described as a fart noise lmao kinda ruined it for me 😖😂